{"id":509,"date":"2014-01-29T08:00:49","date_gmt":"2014-01-29T12:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/shadow.sombragris.org\/?p=509"},"modified":"2014-02-02T17:51:32","modified_gmt":"2014-02-02T21:51:32","slug":"the-day-i-was-laid-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shadow.sombragris.org\/?p=509","title":{"rendered":"The Day I Was Laid Off"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Off I went, an unemployed man, on Workers&#8217; Day Eve. And I was thankful for it.<\/p>\n<p>April 30th, 2011 seemed to be just another day at the office, compounded with the expectation that we would have the usual Worker&#8217;s Day holiday of May 1st, and then, perhaps, an outing at a local restaurant paid by the company in order to celebrate it.<\/p>\n<p>However, it all changed near 5 pm, when I was wrapping around my workday. Three coworkers &#8211;two talented designers and my immediate boss&#8211; were called into the manager&#8217;s office, one by one. When they came out, each of them had serious faces. And then they called me in. I went, supposing what would was about to happen, but still hopeful that the reason would be something different.<\/p>\n<p>It wasn&#8217;t. At the office, one of the managers &#8211;a very capable lady&#8211; with tears in her eyes told me that she was so sorry, but I was to be laid off. The numbers weren&#8217;t good, she said, and there was no way they could keep me. She assured me that every effort was done to see if I could be retained, to no avail. She asked me to wait for the HR officer of the corporate parent who would do the actual severance paperwork. <\/p>\n<p>When the manager began to tell me the bad news, something happened. I felt relieved and thankful. But why? Well, there were several reasons.<\/p>\n<p><strong>I was thankful for the job I had.<\/strong> I was hired as a creative in an advertising agency. I had the opportunity to learn a whole new trade, to meet new people, to know much more about media, people, entertainment, and business, than I already had.<\/p>\n<p>In addition, I succeeded in my job. I engineered, implemented, and worked as a chief copywriter of a campaign who won one of Paraguay&#8217;s most prestigious advertising awards. And this was a first for the agency. Overnight, the agency was the focus of the collective envy of all Paraguayan advertising agencies. And I had more than a hand on this achievement.<\/p>\n<p>Moreover, <strong>I was thankful for how I was hired.<\/strong> I was hired on the spot at a time when I was desperately looking for a job, at a pay that was equal than of my former job. And I was a phenomenon: a copywriter at an ad agency, hired after I turned 40 years old. When I was laid off, I told that manager and also the HR officer that I was very thankful for that. And I told them: &#8220;tell M. (the owner) that I will never forget that he gave me a job despite my age.&#8221; To be honest, I was hired by one of the managers, a person who is a great friend, but the owner had to concur and I was being paid with money from his company, so I thanked him. A lot. I am certain that they did not expect me to be thankful for that fact, so they were pleasantly surprised.<\/p>\n<p>And also <strong>I was thankful for the fair and understanding manner in which I was laid off.<\/strong> There was no distrust, no hostility, and I was paid a full severance package as prescribed by the Paraguayan law. As a lawyer, I knew that the company could try some loopholes in the law to pay me less, but they didn&#8217;t. The severance package bought me some time while I was looking for another job.<\/p>\n<p>I must recognize, however, that <strong>I was thankful because this meant the end of that job.<\/strong> Certainly I was an award-winning copywriter, but life was hard at the agency and there were some aspects of the work that I positively hated. For starters, we worked in an open-office layout. I had to endure everything, and my coworkers had to endure me. The air conditioning didn&#8217;t work well, and the office could get hot. It was hard to get some focus and concentration with all the sensory noise.<\/p>\n<p>All the noise and the tension of having to be there slowly began to get me. I began to dread having to go to work. I stayed after the appointed exit time on most days, because I could get at least one hour of silence and quietness. I slowyly became hypersensitive, overreacting (internally) to every tiny little bit of discomfort that the office gave me.<\/p>\n<p>Soon after my layoff, I began working under very different conditions. The new job allowed me to work from home, at a better pay. It wasn&#8217;t perfect, of course; but it was doable and I felt much better.<\/p>\n<p>That day, as I walked out of the office, I realized that one could be thankful for a layoff, and I was for this one. God was in control in many ways; and He showed me that fateful day that He is faithful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Off I went, an unemployed man, on Workers&#8217; Day Eve. And I was thankful for it. 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